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Rivers flow nowhere, they say, Meandering through the land, Carving paths of least resistance, Guided by an unseen hand. Yet in their aimless wandering, A purpose can be found, Nourishing the earth beneath, Making life abound. Mountains, majestic and tall, Cast shadows on the ground, But as the sun traverses the sky, The shadows turn around. The mountains climb their own darkness, Rising above the...
Rivers Flow Nowhere
Apr 03, 2024
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